Old Hebo, Gaotang, Master Xu, and the other master sword-smiths were utterly stunned by Old Hebo's words, their hands freezing mid-quenching.
They fancied themselves well-acquainted with legendary swords. If their understanding wasn't absolute, it certainly wasn't far behind, and they had anticipated countless possibilities regarding the emergence of the Seven-Star Longyuan.
Yet what on earth was a "morning nap"? Was it the morning nap they understood, or some other specialized term with a peculiar meaning?
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